The Protagonist Just Wants to Fall in Love [MTL]

Chapter 233: Inability to Drink

The handkerchief is dirty.

　　Only trembling breathing remained in the room.

　　The night was thick, and the bright moon hung high above the yard. When the knocking sound died down, there was no other sound in the yard.

　　Ling Yugeng stood at the door, but didn't hear any response from the room. He raised his hand and bent his fingers, but before they touched the door, he heard a chaotic sound, mixed with a not-so-distinct groan.

　　The hand that was about to knock on the door turned around and instead pressed it against the door, then suddenly pushed it open.

　　The room was dark. Moonlight slanted in from the doorway. The man's shadow stretched out on the ground. The bright moonlight fell on him, making him look like an immortal, and even more ethereal.

　　In contrast, there was a disheveled young man in the room.

　　Inside the door, a stool fell to the ground, the maroon tablecloth was torn off, the teapot rolled to the side, and the ground was a mess. Not far from the table, Chu Shun had his back to the door, curled up, and did not move.

　　"Chu Shun?"

　　Chu Shun panted, a drop of sweat slid down his forehead, and he groaned, "Don't... don't come over..."

　　His voice sounded wrong.

　　Ling Yugeng closed the door with his backhand and walked over there.

　　The hem of a white robe caught Chu Shun's sight in the dim light. Ling Yugeng held Chu Shun's shoulders and helped him sit up. Chu Shun's clothes were disheveled, and there was a red cloud on his fair and beautiful face. He leaned on Ling Yugeng in a daze, with his lips slightly open.

　　Ling Yugeng took his wrist and wanted to check his spiritual veins for him, but when he pulled his hand out, a handkerchief came out and fell to the ground. The limp man tensed up for a moment and reached out to pick up the handkerchief, but his other hand picked it up first.

　　The handkerchief is made of silky material and feels very comfortable.

　　Ling Yugeng remembered that he had used this handkerchief during the day. There were some wet marks on it, and Ling Yugeng rubbed it with his fingertips.

　　"Master——" Seeing his actions, Chu Shun lost his voice for a moment. His fingertips shrank together shyly. He lowered his head to the other side, and his black hair fell on the side of his face.

　　Ling Yugeng also realized what it was and stopped moving.

　　He asked hesitantly, "Are you...okay?"

　　Chu Shun: "..."

　　He remained silent, as if he couldn't bear the blow.

　　The atmosphere of silence was spreading, and Ling Yugeng realized that he had come at the wrong time, neither early nor late, but right in the middle time period.

　　Ling Yugeng didn't know what to do with the handkerchief, "...rest early."

　　At the same time, Chu Shun's voice overlapped with his, "No."

　　Chu Shun held his wrist, no longer covering it up through the handkerchief, and tilted his head to see the small black mole on the man's neck. He lowered his eyes and said, "Since Master is here, please help me."

　　Ling Yugeng: "..."

　　He pursed his lips and said, "Take the handkerchief..."

　　Chu Shun: "Master?"